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minisugakoobies · 2 days

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I Know | KSY

Pairing: Hoshi x GNReader (no agab)

Genre: fluff, established relationship, dancer!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: drunk hoshi, grumpy woozi, hoshi is absolutely whipped for reader, this is honestly just very soft and sweet!

Word Count: 816

Disclaimers: none, other than I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Even when he's passed-out drunk, Hoshi still manages to amaze you with his love.

Text Prompt: boyfriend texted me "my love I am intoxicated" and then five minutes later, his best friend sends me a photo of him, passed out, phone in hand, and zoomed in on one of my selfies - tweet from himbowithnofear

A/N: I'm back with another installment of my "texts from svt" series. At some point I'll make a masterlist, but for now, please enjoy this short lil' fic about my favorite affectionate drunk, Hoshi. Fun fact, I've actually had this one finished for a while, but couldn't resist posting Mingyu first!

Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile 🥺) 💕

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“Please come get your man.”

Jihoon’s grumpy request is the first thing you hear when you answer your phone.

“Hey, Jihoon, how are you?” you laugh, unsurprised by his opening plea. Ten minutes ago, you’d received the following message from your boyfriend:

LOML: my love, i am intoxicatedd

And had been waiting to hear from Jihoon ever since. Though you were a little surprised that he was video calling you instead of just calling or texting.

“To be honest with you, I’m not great right now. And it’s all your boyfriend’s fault.”

You can’t help but laugh loudly. Jihoon scowls.

“Why are you upset with Soonyoung? I thought you guys were celebrating tonight.”

“Because.” Jihoon flips the camera. There’s your man, all 178 cm of him, snoring his ass off in the corner booth. “He’s driving the other customers out of my bar.”

If you’re being honest, you’d been expecting this moment long before Jihoon called you. Soonyoung had gone out for drinks with several of his friends to celebrate one of them getting a new job, and you knew your lightweight boyfriend would feel compelled to try to keep up with those lushes as always. Not at their insistence, but out of his own desire. It was a point of pride for him.

“Don’t worry. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you. Please hurry.” Jihoon winces. “I know he calls himself a tiger, but he really snores like a damn bear.”

You laugh again, about to disconnect, when Jihoon makes a sudden noise of delight.

“Hold on,” he chuckles, and the screen zooms in on the phone still clutched in Soonyoung’s hand. “Do you see that?”

It’s you looking back at you. From a photo, one that you recognize immediately as one of Soonyoung’s self-proclaimed favorites, from the weekend you’d spent at the beach last summer. It’s actually a wide shot of you standing in front of a gorgeous sunset, soft pink light dancing on your skin, and that knowledge makes you smile right now. Because it means that your drunk sap of a boyfriend zoomed in on your face, right before he passed out. Probably to dream about you.

Soonyoung never did anything by halves. Not dancing. Not drinking.

And definitely not loving you.

“Come get your simp.” With a grin, Jihoon disconnects.

Tossing your phone into the front pocket of the oversized hoodie of Soonyoung’s that you’re wearing, you grab your keys and head for the door.

It’s not a long drive to the bar. Inside, you make a beeline for the booth in the back, familiar with the space around you. It’s basically your second home, between being best friends with the owner, and dating (though he’d never admit it) his favorite patron. And, speak of the devil, there he is, the love of your life, head on the table, mouth open, rattling the glasses on the table with his powerful exhalations.

Something else Soonyoung doesn’t do by halves - sleeping.

Jihoon nods at you from across the bar. All of Soonyoung’s other friends are nowhere to be found, likely having gone home once Jihoon reassured them you were on your way.

Ignoring the common advice regarding sleeping tigers, you slide onto the bench and gently lay your hand on Soonyoung’s back to shake him awake.

“Soonyoungieeeee, time to get up,” you trill sweetly into his ear, brushing his dark hair out of his face.

He cracks an eye open. “Baby?” he asks groggily. “Is it time to go to work?”

“No, dingdong, it’s Saturday. And you’re at Jihoon’s, remember?”

“Oh.” Soonyoung sits up, looks around. “Right. Oh!” His eyes get wide. “Baby! Those hyungs got me soooo drunk!”

Laughing, you brush some chip crumbs off his cheek. “I know, ‘youngie.”

“Yeah.” Soonyoung’s eyes slip unfocused as he smiles. “Wait. You weren’t here and now you are.” He hiccups himself into a confused frown. “Why are you here?”

“To take you home, dingdong.” Running your fingers through his hair again, you grin.

Soonyoung looks at you and you swear you see his pupils turn into hearts. “You’re taking me home? With you? To your home?”

You shake your head, gently tugging his beanie down over his ears. “How many shots did they make you take? Yes, you’re coming with me. To our apartment, where we both live.”

“We live together!” Soonyoung’s eyes disappear behind his cheeks as he grins. “You love me!”

“Yes, I do,” you laugh, yanking on his arm to get him onto his feet. He wobbles slightly, so you duck under his arm, trying to steady him, but he interprets this in another way, cupping your face to pull you in for a slightly clumsy but rather passionate kiss.

“I love you, too,” he whispers, nose bumping repeatedly into your cheek as you start to lead him towards the exit.

“I know, ‘youngie,” you repeat with a soft smile. “I know.”

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dedicatednotobsessed · 2 days

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Issa byka rūklon [Daemon Targaryen x Wife!reader]

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Summary: Daemon is feared among men for his battle prowess, finding solace and love in his pure sunshine of a wife. One serene evening, amidst impending war, they steal a moment alone. His wife with gentle hands and a heart full of affection, braids Daemon’s hair, weaving delicate flowers into the strands…

*This was a one shot request from a very special person of mine, my bestie @mrsdaemontargaryen I had asked her to send me a prompt because I have been on such a long hiatus from writing. Writer’s block has not been fun {among personal things but let’s not get into that}. Please enjoy this Daemon one shot and soon enough, I will be taking requests again in time for season two. 🖤*

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You placed a hand on the ghost of your swelling stomach, your violet eyes shining from the fireplace’s flames. The incident was still fresh in your mind, your sister’s screams of calling you a traitor ringing in your ears. It wasn’t a surprise to see the twins together in Storm’s End, having been inseparable since birth, but you never thought Adryana* would try to murder you.

You turned your head slightly, hearing the footsteps, letting out a soft sigh, and feeling your husband wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back into his chest. “Is it done?”

Daemon nodded, nuzzling his nose into your silver hair. “Soon enough, she will feel the pain you felt.”

You took a deep breath, looking ahead. When Daemon was writing to his friends in the capital, you had mentioned to him how you wanted Adryana to feel the same pain you felt when she took her unborn babe from you. He added, “Along with the usurper’s son, take the life of his brother’s son.”

“I don’t want you to feel guilty,” Daemon whispered in your ear as though he could read your mind. “Those green cunts didn’t feel anything killing Luke and our child. You shouldn’t either.”

You nodded in agreement, furrowing your brows. “Can we go on a walk?” You knew this would be the last calm moment before Westeros is thrown into chaos.

You turned in Daemon’s arms, smiling a small smile when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course, my love.”

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You wrapped your hands around Daemon’s arm as he led you down the familiar path toward Aegon’s Garden. During the day, it was a favorite spot for your young son, Alyster, to play in; he especially enjoyed the cranberries that grew there. The eye of the dragon statue glistened in the moonlight the closer you got, lifting your dress slightly so it did not drag too much through the grass.

You thanked Daemon quietly when he helped you into the plush grass, a hum passing your lips as you began to pick at the small white wildflowers surrounding you mindlessly. Since you’ve woken up from the incident, the two of you have rarely spent time alone, with Alyster not leaving your side and Daemon being preoccupied with the small council. For the first time in a long time, you felt peace.

Once he sat down, you moved to sit behind your husband, your fingers gingerly taking a section of his hair and beginning to work it in a braid. His hair was not as long as it once was but manageable. You smiled, hearing the light chuckle coming from him.

“What?” You asked as you grabbed one of the wildflowers you picked, placing it carefully within the braid.

Daemon kept his eyes ahead, a small smile forming on his features. “I’m only thinking back to our wedding day.”

“Our wedding day?” You repeated while beginning to braid another section of his hair, adding the little flowers as you went.

Daemon hummed in response. “You wanted to braid my hair that day, too.”

You smiled at the memory. You had a traditional Valyrian wedding against your mother’s wishes. You were never one to listen to your mother, to begin with, having gone against her wishes to become Rhaenyra’s ward at fifteen, shortly after Laena’s funeral, and two years later becoming Daemon’s third wife. Now, at the age of three-and-two, the two of you had a six-year-old son, a son your mother and father only met once.

“I’m hoping this war will be over quickly,” Daemon spoke quietly, breaking the silence.

You hummed, leaning back to examine your creation. “I do not want to talk about war this evening, my love,” You said softly, placing a few more flowers in the braids with a soft smile.

You enjoyed the calm moments while you could, not knowing if this would be your last one together. The war began when Aemond and Adryana struck in Storm’s End, and you knew Daemon would be restless until every one of their heads was on spikes. You were to cherish these moments while they lasted.

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You hummed as the sun filtered through the windows, stirring slightly only to feel the side beside you cold. You furrowed your brows while rubbing your eyes as you sat up, your stomach still sore from your injuries.

“You do not want to go to the small council like that?” You asked teasingly, seeing Daemon picking out the white flowers, having slept in them.

He chuckled, looking down at the small pile forming beside him at the vanity. “I’m not sure it would be proper attire for a small council meeting.”

You scrunched up your nose while slowly getting out of bed. Wrapping your silken robe around you, you walked up behind your husband, meeting his violet eyes in the mirror.

“Issa byka rūklon*,” Daemon said softly, placing his hand on your arm when you wrapped them around his neck.

You hummed lightly. “I prefer when you call me aōha vēzos*.”

Daemon laughed. “No one else can hear that.”

You smirked, moving back so Daemon could get up. You straightened his doublet for him, scrunching up your nose when he placed two fingers under your chin, making you look up.

“I love you, Y/N,” Daemon whispered, moving his hand to your cheek.

“I love you too,” You replied, meeting his lips in a short, sweet kiss.

You watched him pull away after a moment, a small smirk forming on your features. You noticed the stray flower tucked in the waves of his hair.

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“You’re late, Daemon,” Corlys spoke up, seeing the Prince enter the council chambers.

“You should already know that I enjoy making late, dramatic entrances,” Daemon replied simply, sliding into the empty seat on Rhaenyra’s right.

Rhaenyra eyed her uncle curiously, tilting her head. “Daemon,” She called to him, clearing her throat while motioning to her hair.

Daemon furrowed his brows, reaching up to feel the soft petals of the single wildflower he had forgotten about. He untangled it from his hair, looking down at it with a soft sigh.

“Is the Rogue Prince going soft?” Lord Celtigar questioned with a laugh.

“I believe he is,” Corlys agreed.

Daemon only scoffed as the Black Council erupted in laughter, Rhaenyra even adding a giggle of her own. He sighed as the jesting continued around him, his eyes staying on the wildflower in his hand. He twirled it on its tiny stem, his mind wandering back to his wife, their son, and the babe they had lost.

There was no guarantee of surviving this kin war, but Daemon was determined to win it so that he and his family could finally live the peaceful life they had long desired.

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*Adryana: Adryana Targaryen is my original character for House of the Dragon. She is the youngest daughter and fifth child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent (The reader is the eldest daughter and child). She is wed to her twin brother, Aemond, and they have a set of twins together; a son named Vanar and a daughter named Vhaenys. She is known to have a short temper and often accused her eldest sister of abandoning her to live with Rhaenyra on Dragonstone. She also felt hurt when she sided with Rhaenyra's children during the Driftmark incident. Her temper overflowed when her eldest sister made a comment about how their father would be disappointed in the twins and their actions after reuniting in Storm's End, ultimately resulting in Adryana attempting to kill her and the unborn babe. The eldest sister lived, but the unborn babe did not, leading to her and Daemon planning revenge on Lucerys and their child.

*Issa byka rūklon: High Valyrian for my little flower.

*aōha vēzos: High Valyrian for your sun.

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zukkaart · 9 months

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4 and 18. I like that this one could be going in either direction lol

Couple #4: Zutara

Prompt #18: “Do you ever shut up?”

From this prompt game!

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Two years after the war ends, the ambassadors and rulers of the nations gather in the Earth Kingdom to discuss progress in rebuilding.

“Chief Hakoda, what does the Southern Water Tribe require to rebuild?” The emissary from the Earth Kindgom enquired, still visibly confused that the Chief brought his two young children to the meeting. Sokka was almost 18 now, but that meant nothing to a room of grumpy old men. Although, none of them dared to minimize what those Water Tribe children had done for the world.

The emissary thought to himself that he shouldn’t think much of it considering the Fire Lord barely just reached 18 himself a few weeks ago. Said emissary had been very diligent in voicing his opinion this entire meeting. He considered it his duty to place the people of the Earth Kingdom in the highest priority considering how large their population was compared to the others. Because of the Earth Kingdom’s size it also had sustained the most damage during the war, and he only thought it fair that he have a substantial stake in the rebuilding allocations.

It was a long, dreary process that would probably take decades more, but luckily everyone in that board room was dedicated to making things go as smoothly as possible- at least for the most part. It’s sometimes hard to be civil when your people are hurting, but you must remember that others are hurting as well.

Chief Hakoda nodded to his daughter at his left. She straightened her back along with her scroll before standing to address the room. It was obvious to anyone in the room that this particular question was her area of expertise. Well…almost anyone.

“Thank you ambassador, the Southern Water Tribe is making real strides towards establishing a thriving independent economy again, but-“

“Excuse me, but shouldn’t your father be handing this discussion girl?” That same Earth Kingdom man spat the last word like a curse. “Sit down”

Now, it is worth noting that this man would not have been so bold had he not been so absorbed in himself that he did not take note of the Fire Lord slowly losing his composure with every word he spoke. It was not until Zuko himself stood that the green-clad man realized his mistake.

“Do you ever shut up?” Zuko looked as poised as his portrait but his words were laced with an unmissable venom.

“Lord Zuko I-“

“Enough, how dare you speak to her that way?”

The man tried to open his mouth once more but was quickly silenced.

“Do not interrupt me. I do believe you have advocated the needs of your people quite thoroughly. Would you agree?” The man nodded in agreement with Zukos statement

“Good, now sit down. And let her speak,” The young Fire Lord then turned to the Water Tribe emissary. “I apologize ambassador Katara, please. Continue” Zuko returned to the floor as if nothing happened, and sipped his tea contentedly.

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An hour after the meeting ended Zuko was reviewing his notes. His robes were abandoned on the floor and he sat hunched over his candle lit desk in only a pair of black trousers, his hair pulled half up with a wooden pin.

He was just about to abandon the seemingly endless scrolls in lieu of maybe getting a good nights rest for once when his door slammed open.

“What the hell was that about?!” Katara stormed into his room, nearly tripping over the layers of fabric strewn across the wooden floor.

Zuko jumped to his feet, startled. “What are you talking about?” The look of genuine confusion on his face almost gave Katara pause- almost.

“In there! With that Earth Kingdom emissary! You know, I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, I can defend myself just fine! Might I remind you that I held my own against much worse months before you even cut that stupid ponytail off!?”

“Katara I’m sorry I was just trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear it! You completely undermined me!” She was pacing about the room now, Zuko was sure she hadn’t even glanced in his directed since starting her rant, he began to look around frantically for a shirt to throw on to no avail. “They have to learn that I am my own person and I don’t need some man to defend me”

Finally, she sat on the edge on his bed and placed her face in her hands.

“I didn’t do it because you’re a woman, I did it because I am the Fire Lord and you are an emissary and friend to me. I would not let someone disrespect you. I would have done the same if it was Sokka. I was looking for an opportunity to tell him to shut up hours before, you just gave me a perfect opportunity. I guess I should be thanking you for that.” At that moment, Zuko noted a red silk scarf on the edge of his desk, he quickly pulled it over his shoulders to cover his chest and stomach.

Katara finally raised her head, and looked as if she was about to speak for a moment. She closed her mouth and cocked her head to the side quizzically. She then let out a laugh.

“So, do you just casually wear silk scarves around your room?” Zuko blushed.

“No, I-“

“Oh come on Zuko, it’s just me,” She strode over to him and gave one end of it a sharp tug, causing it to fall freely to the ground. She gave a satisfied smirk at the slightly embarrassed look on Zukos face. Katara was just about to leave, happy with the verbal berating and light embarrassment she had just filed out when her eyes drifted slightly south.

Her gaze landed on a dark twisted scar taking up a monopoly on Zukos skin. The large burst where his ribs met arcing out down his stomach and across his chest in thin lines. Azulas lightning.

Lightning that had been meant for her.

Zuko sucked in a sharp breath, barely moving. It wasn’t until then that Katara noticed that she had placed her hand upon it. Before she could process what she was saying she asked.

“Did you keep seeing the healers like I told you to?”

“I-Uh, of course I did” Zukos blush reached his neck that time.

“So no then. At least let me help while I’m here. Lie down,” If there was one thing Zuko knew at this point, it was that there was never any use fighting Katara. So he obliged as she collected the bowl of rose water left on the night stand.

“You haven’t been treating it so this might hurt a little,”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it” It was Zukos turn to speak without thinking, but he didn’t need to explain. They had all felt their fair share of pain over the last few years. His companion simply nodded and hummed lightly as the water began to glow.

“Agni have mercy” Zuko found himself murmuring. That hurt way more than he thought it would. Okay, no more skipped healers appointments. He felt like he was going to pass out at any second. Suddenly, the glowing stopped.

“Woah, woah, hey. Are you okay? All the color just drained from your face” Zukos next words were entirely incoherent, no better than if he had way too much fire whiskey. “Okay, that’s enough for you.” Katara then soaked a cloth and cooled it with her bending before placing it across his forehead. “There, you’re gonna be just fine.”

Zukos entire world was spinning, but then again- it tended to do that whenever Katara came around. He forced his eyelids open to look at her. There was so much worry and care painted across her face, and his head was too foggy. He said something, but neither of them had any idea what, so he tried once more.

“I love you, Katara”

The last thing he saw was her shocked expression, a dusting of pink across her dark complexion, before darkness claimed him.

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boyfrillish · 11 months

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howdy! for a drabble prompt how about something like, victor/hop where one has to be fiercely protective of the other? (say, a wild pokemon encounter gets out of hand or...)

Victor’s walking toward Challenge Road when it happens. He knows there are plenty of wild Pokémon happy to attack passersby during any weather, yet he’s still caught off-guard when a Bisharp charges at him from behind.

The battle cry rings in his ears and when he turns around, he’s met with sharp blades ready to strike. He can barely shout a command to Sylveon or switch to a different Pokémon. The blow of the attack throws him right into the stairs and he yelps as the edges of the steps dig into his back.

He’s frozen in place as the blade points threateningly at his face.

But that’s when fear melts into a blend of admiration and worry alike.

“Get away from him!” an oh-so-familiar voice yells.

And Victor watches as Hop charges directly into the wild Bisharp, hitting it with his own body to knock it aside, and Dubwool eagerly helping with its Double-Edge.

Hop stands in front of Victor like a shield, Pokéball in hand to switch out. “Go, Cinderace! Hit it with your Pyro Ball!”

With the type advantage on his side, he fends off the wild Bisharp with ease. Though rather than celebrate the win, he rushes to kneel next to Victor.

Grim determination — an expression that’s burned into Victor’s mind ever since their battle at the Champion Cup — makes way for worried frown. “Victor! It didn’t cut you, did it? Let me check you for injuries!”

But the only response Victor can think of is to grab Hop by the collar of his jacket and shout, “You idiot! What were you thinking?!”

“I just saved your butt!” Hop shouts right back. “And you’re probably hurt, so let me tend to you already!”

Victor really wants to argue — because really! What was he thinking? — but his body has to betray him by wincing in pain. “Ugh, fine.”

He slips out of his dojo jacket and loosens the zipper of his binder for ease of breath, at the same time allowing Hop to lift his shirt to examine his back for any obvious signs of injury and patch up the scratches on his arms and legs.

Victor is mad. He really is. But the Butterfree that go wild in his belly again at Hop’s gentle, caring touch make it tough to stay mad. And, okay, maybe Hop going reckless protector mode for him made him fall in love even more than he already was.

Still, though… he’s miffed. Feelings don’t always make sense.

Finally, Hop is satisfied with his work and he fixes Victor’s t-shirt before putting away the first aid kit. Softly, he says, “I did the best I could, but I’m just a Professor’s apprentice, not a Doctor. So you should go back to the Dojo and have someone check you more thoroughly as soon as possible.”

Victor groans. “But I have training to do!”

“Nuh uh, training can wait. Health is more important,” Hop argues. “You’re the Champion of Galar, it’s no good if you end up out of commission because you thought you could tough it out.”

“If health is so important, then why did you charge in like that? You could’ve got hurt!”

“I didn’t think, okay?” Hop says. “I saw that Bisharp attacking you and heard your cry and all I knew was I had to make sure you’re safe. There was no time to think before acting.”

“You keep doing that, Hop. Charging ahead recklessly and rushing off before I have a chance to say something or help you. It can get a bit frustrating, you know?” Victor says. Softly, he adds, “I worry about you and I don't want you to get yourself hurt for my sake. I want you to be safe, too.”

“Sorry about that, Victor,” Hop says. “Sonia reproached me for that too, but I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when something or someone I really care about is in danger.”

“Just, promise you’ll be careful, okay? Or else I’ll charge in and protect you, because I really care about you too.”

A smile blooms on Hop’s face as he squeezes Victor’s hand in affirmation of the promise. “Heh heh, it makes me really happy we always have each other’s back.”

Victor feels like a firework lights up in his heart.

He smiles back. “Me too.”

#victor x hop #hop x victor #trainshipping #masahop #hopvic #boyfrillish writing tag #thank you for sending a prompt!! this was a perfect opportunity to practice some action-y bits + heck yes protectiveness #ended up editing longer than planned for just warm-ups lmao that's just how it goes i guess #(if I also post it to ao3 I might edit a bit more/try if I can add more idk yet I'll see)#I had fun writing this and also it helped me destress on Thursday so thank you again for sending the prompt!#but also I was extremely tired the last two days + hot weather so I took my time #anywa y hope you like it!#(also yes it's trans Victor again and he's pining a bunch lmao)#I really want to write a scene where Victor is the protective one too ... they're protector x sunshine squared ...

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twotwinks · 7 months

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cold hands + shumika

i somehow managed to write this in like an hour and a half while at work...the way the perfect scenario got beamed into my brain as soon as i saw this ask! it took me a bit to get used to shu's voice again but i think i did alright :3

Send me a fall prompt! 🍂

Mika had insisted on accompanying Shu on his shopping trip. Shu had vehemently protested at first — it was a short trip, after all, and certainly didn't require two people. Mika's time would be far better spent practicing, working, simply staying focused on his art. But Shu was only back in Japan for the week, and Mika had made it clear he wanted to spend as much time together as possible.

It was an endearing sentiment, Shu supposed, even if it was a bit inefficient. At the very least, it was nice having someone else to help carry the bags.

He passed one to Mika absentmindedly, already occupied by determining if there were any other stores worth stopping by or if they should return to the dorm. He was startled out of his reverie by Mika letting out a sharp yelp.

"Kagehira! What on earth has gotten into you?"

"Yer hands are real cold, Oshi-san!"

Shu closed his eyes and sighed. As he'd expected, it was hardly anything worth yelling about. "I'm not certain why this is such a surprise to you. It's to be expected, given today's temperature."

"But if yer too cold ya might get sick! Or yer fingers might get frostbite and then ya won't be able to sew!"

It wasn't nearly cold enough for that to be a concern. It was only autumn, after all, not the dead of winter. Shu was prepared to say as much, but Mika had already taken matters into his own hands — quite literally, as he pulled Shu's hands up in front of him before pinning them between his own. "There! I'll help ya warm up."

Mika looked up at him with such unrestrained happiness that Shu found himself suddenly unable to explain the frivolity of the gesture. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant feeling, anyway. Mika's hands were decently warmer than his. Perhaps it was best to simply indulge him, just this once.

The pair stayed frozen in place for a few minutes until Mika decided Shu's fingers were no longer in peril. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, but the cold air merely bit back harder against the warm skin where his hands had been resting. Shu hissed in a small breath at the sensation, causing Mika to look up at him with a blank sort of confusion for a few moments before his eyes lit with understanding.

"Oh! I bet it's still too cold out here fer them, huh? We should go back so you can get all warmed up nice and proper. But how do we keep yer hands from freezin' on the way?"

Mika briefly pondered again until another light went off in his eyes. He took just one of Shu's hands in his this time, confidently lacing their fingers together. "Alright! Now if ya put yer other hand in yer pocket, it might stay warmer too. And I can switch sides on the way home to keep it from gettin' too cold. How's that?"

Shu shook his head, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling, just a bit. "It should suffice. We'd best be on our way then."

Mika was all but bouncing at his side as they set out, enough so that Shu was concerned he'd fall at some point before they reached the dorms. He nearly withdrew his hand to take the remaining shopping bags from Mika and reduce the risk, but ultimately decided to let things be. Shu would be right there to catch him if he tripped, after all. Just like Mika would be there to warm his hands.

Perhaps going together hadn't been such a waste after all.

#itsuki shu #kagehira mika #shumika #enstars #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #enstars fic #my fic #ok. that's probably enough of that #thank you as always for sending prompts....it's been a lot of fun getting to write from your suggestions again #i love writing from these vague prompt lists. bonus points if i don't have to pick!#roch #oh also! this will be up on ao3 some time tonight #be sure to check reblogs later if you're interested in that :3

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daughterofhecata · 1 year

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Wenn du sonst zu viele von der 3 hast, nehm ich auch gerne die 5, oder ein anderes von den prompts, was du gerne schreiben würdest😊

[morning after prompts]

Ich habe mich mal ganz frech für die 5 entschieden, das passte so schön, und dann ist es mit mir weggelaufen xD

5. "That was fun. We should do that again sometime." "It's called a one night stand because it only happens once." + Peter/Skinny

Als Peter am Morgen aus Skinnys Schlafzimmer gestolpert kam, lehnte der an der Küchenzeile, eine Tasse neben sich, und tippte auf dem Handy herum.

„Na, Dornröschen“, grüßte er Peter grinsend, „Bist du auch endlich wach?“

Peter verdrehte nur die Augen. Schlurfte erstmal ins Bad weiter, wusch sich das Gesicht in der Hoffnung, das kalte Wasser würde ihn ein wenig munterer machen, und betrachtete seufzend den Knutschfleck, der unter dem Kragen seines T-Shirts hervor schaute.

Er wusste noch ganz genau, warum er am Abend mit Skinny mitgegangen war, bedauerlicherweise, aber jetzt, wo er nicht mehr Skinny in seiner Lederjacke und mit ungeniertem Verlangen auf dem Gesicht direkt vor sich hatte, erinnerte sich auch daran, dass er sich vielleicht besser nicht auf ihn eingelassen hätte.

Nun ja. Jetzt war das Kind schon in den Brunnen gefallen. Blieb ihm nur noch übrig, zu hoffen, dass Skinny das nicht an die große Glocken zu hängen beabsichtigte. Er konnte darauf verzichten, dass ganz Rocky Beach erfuhr, dass er mit Skinny Norris im Bett gewesen war.

Obwohl der Sex schon verdammt gut gewesen war, das musste er zugeben.

Seine Lust, sich noch mit Skinny zu unterhalten, war gering, aber einfach aus der Wohnung zu flüchten, wäre ihm feige vorgekommen.

Also kehrte er in die Küche zurück.

„Hast du noch nen Kaffee für mich übrig?“, erkundigte er sich. Ein bisschen Koffein würde definitiv nicht schaden, bevor er seinen Eltern gegenüber treten musste, die sicherlich fragen würden, wo er die Nacht verbracht hatte – nicht, um ihn zu kontrollieren, sondern einfach, weil sie Anteil an seinem Leben nehmen wollten. Normalerweise völlig in Ordnung, in dieser Situation allerdings ungünstig für ihn.

„Klar“, sagte Skinny, hielt ihm direkt einen Becher hin. Offenbar hatte er Peter schon welchen eingeschenkt, während er im Bad gewesen war. „Milch ist im Kühlschrank, Zucker drüben auf dem Tisch.“

Peter rang sich ein „Danke“ ab, nahm die Tasse entgegen. Rührte wie üblich entschieden zu viel Zucker hinein, bevor er sich gegen die Tischkante lehnte und einen Schluck nahm.

Wirklich guter Kaffee, stellte er mit leiser Überraschung fest.

Für eine kleine Weile tranken sie schweigend, sich immer mal wieder stumm über den Becherrand hinweg musternd.

Als Peter ausgetrunken hatte, den Becher beiseite stellte und sich gerade verabschieden wollte, sagte Skinny: „Das hat Spaß gemacht. Sollten wir irgendwann wiederholen.“

Es dauerte eine Sekunde bis Peter aufging, dass er nicht von diesem gemeinsamen „Frühstück“ sprach.

Und auch wenn Peter dem ersten Teil der Aussage nicht widersprechen konnte, er war sich nicht sicher, ob er wirklich eine Wiederholung brauchte.

„Es heißt One Night Stand, weil es nur einmal passiert, Skinny“, erwiderte er leise.

Das Grinsen auf Skinnys Gesicht verflüchtigte sich abrupt. „Ist gut, Shaw“, gab er kühl zurück, „Hab schon verstanden.“

Damit wandte er sich ab, stellte seinen Becher in die Spüle und tastete die Taschen seiner Jogginghose ab, bis er die Schachtel Zigaretten fand.

Peter hatte schon einen halben Schritt Richtung Tür gemacht, doch nun kam er ins Stocken.

Eigentlich hatte er gedacht, das wäre auch in Skinnys Sinne. Offenbar hatte er falsch gedacht und irgendwie hatte er ein schlechtes Gewissen. Den Korb hätte er auch netter verpacken können.

Er erinnerte sich daran, dass der Sex wirklich verdammt gut gewesen war, und an die Art, wie Skinny ihn angesehen hatte. Der unverstellte Hunger auf seinem Gesicht war Peter zu Kopf gestiegen, er war sich ziemlich sicher, dass ihn noch nie zuvor jemand so angesehen hatte – insbesondere nicht Kelly, und sie waren immerhin mehrere Jahre zusammen gewesen.

Ehe er sich davon abhalten konnte, hatte er gesagt: „Könnte allerdings sein, dass ich wieder schwach werde, wenn du mich das nächste Mal anguckst, als wolltest du mich auffressen.“

Skinny starrte ihn an. Dann zog das dreckige Grinsen wieder an seinen Mundwinkeln und Peter ignorierte mit aller Macht den leichten Schauer, der bei dem Anblick durch ihn lief.

„Werden wir sehen, Shaw“, antwortete Skinny, und Peter wusste, dass er ihn verstanden hatte. Das Angebot, die Möglichkeit – die Herausforderung vielleicht auch.

Verlegen erwiderte er das Grinsen, dann verließ er endlich die Wohnung.

Und konnte plötzlich kaum erwarten, was passieren würde, wenn er Skinny das nächste Mal über den Weg lief.

#thanks for the prompt!#ich wollte das übliche muster mal umdrehen i guess #aber skinny ist halt auch nur ein mensch #hope you like it!#drei fragezeichen #peter shaw #skinny norris #my stories #my writing #you're all still absolutely free to send more of these btw but uuuh there's a high chance i won't get to all of them today #but these really are a lot of fun #it's really nice to get some writing done again

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seeker-of-truth · 9 months

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32 dust motes for the micro story

I did not forget about this I promise, I'm just very slow on the draw lately 😅 . Thank you so much for sending me one to do! (also I def had to look up what dust motes were because I don’t think I’ve ever seen that phrase, so yay for learning!)

The afternoon sun came in through floor-length windows, covering the room in a warm glow, dust motes dancing in the air. V slowly wakes up, rolling to face the bed's other occupant. She lies there face to face with Johnny. Right now he looks peaceful, the constant creases of anger and anxiety in his face smoothed by sleep, his hair partially obscuring his face and feathering out on his pillow. In this moment the world feels calm, and V can pretend that everything will be okay. Almost.

Also I’m still so down to do more of these if anyone is interested the list is here :)

#this was super fun to do!!!#thank you again for sending something #micro story prompts #oc: verena soto #johnny silverhand #seeker writes

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oculusxcaro · 1 year

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What are Khare's favourite dishes to prepare and why? Are there any dishes she would like to learn how to make?

Liking this post for a question ~

Khare's favourite dish to prepare is none other than the traditional fried breakfast! The American version of this meal is a little different from what she's used to back home, but it's so quick and easy to make that it's no big deal. Crispy bacon with sunny eggs? Pancakes with syrup and hash browns on the side? In they go, prepared how the customer likes though she often wishes she could add beans as a proper fried breakfast is supposed to have. She's picked up how to make a variety of meals since starting work at Pauli's Diner, many of them quick and easy so currently there aren't any dishes she'd like to learn ASAP unless it's a special request or for somebody she really cares about. Unfortunately her diet has become somewhat limited since her physiology mutated, leaving her unable to enjoy things she once used to.

#elisethetraveller #memes ;; prompts #🌈 || headcanons #🌈 || character sheet #Fried breakfasts are the king of breakfasts #She quite enjoys it since it's savoury and she can actually taste some of the things like meat and eggs #Super quick and easy to make too #Just a matter of juggling things like timing the toast #A PROPER fried breakfast has mushrooms and tomatoes and/or beans #The American version is so odd like pancakes? French toast?? Those are seperate!#Just the thought of syrup on everything makes her want to cry #If that's what they want then what's what they get #Cooking for other people is a joy since now she's... you know #Obligate mutant carnivore and all #Pancakes are fun to cook tho so not all bad #Wishes she could enjoy peanut butter and honey on toast again #Thank you very much for sending this also Wolfy <3 #Energy felt a bit low today so this was nice to think about

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nebulein · 2 years

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I love your writing.

Maybe Pat doing yoga for the first time and Jonny is his instructor. Jonny has to correct pats stances.

"And now you touch your right hand to your left ankle."

"You're kidding."

Jonny blinks, taken aback. "I-- uh. No?"

Patrick stares at him, sweat dripping into his eyes. He'd wipe it away if it wouldn't mean risking his precarious balance and likely falling on his ass. "I'm an athlete, not a fucking contortionist, Jonny!"

"It's easy, look." Jonny slides into stance next to him, legs spread wide, smoothly moving through the poses. Of course when Jonny does it it looks fucking easy. Asshole.

"Do that again," Pat demands.

Jonny rolls his eyes but does it, twisting in a way that Pat is sure will land him on his butt and then he'll never hear the end of it. He tries anyways, after a deep breath, but his arm is too short and he's supposed to keep the other one straight and--

"Whoa, steady there."

Yeah, yep, nope. Not happening. "It's fucking impossible!"

Jonny huffs. "It's not impossible," he says, putting emphasis on the word like Patrick doesn't know what it means, "I just did it."

"Yeah, 'cause you're a freak," Pat mutters, frustration bubbling over.

In a testament to their long friendship, Jonny ignores him. "Look, it's all in the hips. You just gotta be loose, go with the flow."

"I loosen my hips I die." For real. Pat is gonna brain himself and then Jonny is gonna cry and then where will they be.

Scratch that, Pat is gonna die anyways. 'Cause Jonny, once again, decided to ignore all personal boundaries Patrick keeps so carefully erected for his own sanity and well-being and put his hands on Pat's hips. Pat breathes in through his nose. Jonny's hands are broad, and possessive, and sitting entirely too low. All he'd need to do is shift an inch and he'd be grazing Patrick's dick. Pat breathes out through his mouth.

"Jesus, you're tight. No wonder you can't. Here, c'mon."

Pat grits his teeth and briefly contemplates murder. Or maybe running away screaming. But Jonny's standing right behind him, close enough that Pat can almost feel his body heat, feels Jonny brushing against Pat's shirt. He's holding Pat's hips in what feels like an iron vice, trying to get Pat to twist them. Pat resists Jonny's efforts, digs his heels into the floor and counts to ten.

He's not going to think about Jonny's hands on his hips, or Jonny behind him, or what else he'd like Jonny to do. All he'd have to do is shift his ass back a notch and. Well. That way madness lies.

"Your mom's tigh--"

"Kaner."

Jonny doesn't shout. Patrick shuts up anyway.

"Breathe with me."

Patrick hates his life. He hates the moment he stepped foot inside the gym this morning. He should've backed right out when he saw Jonny. Made up some excuse about a sick aunt or a broken skate lace or whatever. Instead he'd stupidly stuck around, and when Jonny had said 'wanna join me for some yoga?' Patrick's mouth had moved and formed the word 'sure' before his brain had had a chance to kick in.

This is why he doesn't go into the gym before his first coffee.

In through his nose. Out through his mouth.

"There we go." Jonny's voice is low and kind of soothing, or it would be, anyways, if Patrick didn't feel like a live wire right now, as tense as he's ever been in his life.

"You can trust me, I won't let you fall."

Fuck Jonny and his stupid fucking psychological warfare. Pat breathes and tries to relax. Jonny's behind him, strong and solid. If Pat falls the only thing he's gonna injure is his pride.

In. Out.

"Yeah, there we go. Ground yourself in the moment, feel the floor beneath your feet." Jonny and his fucking hippie mumbo jumbo. "Find your core, your balance." If Pat knew where his fucking balance was Jonny wouldn't have to publicly grope him right now. "Now focus on your left leg, open up your flexors."

Jonny pushes again and this time Pat allows it, follows Jonny's guidance, hips twisting. He wobbles for a sec but Jonny immediately tightens his hands, pressing all up against Patrick and Pat leans back on instinct.

"I got you," Jonny murmurs, low and right in Patrick's ear, and the shudder running through Pat has nothing to do at all with his balance. "Think you can manage?"

"Yeah," Pat croaks, mouth drier than the Sahara. Fucking hell. He swallows, tries again. "I'm good."

"I know you are." Maybe it's the praise mixed into the gentle joke, or the way Jonny's voice goes all warm when he says it, but Pat finds himself smiling as he bends forward, touching his right hand to his ankle. Jonny's right, once you got the right stance it's fucking easy.

There's a noise behind him, choked and kind of muffled but almost distressed, and Kaner turns around on instinct, but his nose is currently touching his knee, and his hand is glued to his ankle, all of which means he doesn't have the counterweight for the sudden movement to keep himself from doing exactly what he's been trying to avoid all morning. He hits the ground with an 'oomph'.

"Shit, are you alright?" Jonny's looking genuinely concerned.

Pat's elbow hurts where he banged it on the floor, but the thing smarting the most is his pride. "What happened to 'don't you trust me? I got you'?"

Jonny has the decency to look sheepish. "I got, uh--" His eyes dart away before fixing back on Patrick's face again. "Got a little sidetracked."

"Fucking hell, Jonny," Pat spits, massaging his funny bone.

"You alright?"

Pat had forgotten how annoying Jonny gets in mother-hen mode. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

He lets Jonny haul him up, except Jonny's meant it a little too well, hauling Pat right into his chest.

It's a good chest.

Pat would know, seeing as he's currently groping Jonny's tits.

For one excruciating, soul-killing moment, neither of them moves.

And then Jonny clears his throat and Pat jumps back like he's burned himself. "I, uh--."

"Yeah, no. It's. Uh. Fine. We're fine. Right?"

"Yeah. Fine. Totally fine."

Someone have mercy and kill Pat right now.

"Good, good." Jonny nods. If Patrick didn't know any better, he'd say Jonny's blushing. Jonny turns away for a moment and Patrick uses the chance to discreetly readjust himself.

"So. Next up is downward dog," Jonny drones on in his monotone, apparently determined to power through any awkwardness by shoving his ass in Patrick's face. Like. This cannot be real. Jonny's on all fours again, nearly folded in half in the middle, head down, ass up. Full on power bottom stance. Patrick would know, since he-- Uh, anyways. That's not important right now.

Patrick takes one second to consider the possibility of Jonny helping him adjust his posture in this position or--God forbid--try and help Kaner bend over and makes the only sane choice of this whole morning.

"Yeah, you know what, I think I'm good. I actually just remembered I got some skate issue I need checked out so uh, I'll go do that I guess. Right now. You have fun with your, uh, yoga or whatever. So, uh. See ya."

He hightails it outta there.

#ahahah I'm so sorry this mostly ended up as UST nonnie 😅#also it's past 4am so mea culpa for any typos I'm too tired to read it again 🙊#but thank you so much for your kind words and the prompt 🥺🙏#(if i didn't do it justice feel free to send in another one 😆)#1988 #neb writes #nonnie asks #anyone else got prompts I'm around this weekend to fill them #these are fun #but also now i have to go into hiding (by which i totally mean bed & not just incognito modus so my timezone aware friends won't shoot me)#😇#hockey baby

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spiritmaiden · 5 months

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“Hello Stranger”

"Better luck next time. You can do this!"

Tenka bit the insides of her cheeks before smiling at the other. Inspirational words have become such dull platitudes as of late. And truthfully, she'd wanted to give in to the venom that had been brewing within her chest. To lash out, give voice to her thoughts sharper than any blade, and cut down Ze/lda's encouragement, slicing through her golden heart.

Because her bright energy, reminded Tenka too much of her rival. Erian. The girl who could bewitch the world with her carefree smile and dancing, the girl with eyes that rivaled the starlit night skies, the girl who charmed Harumi. And what's worse is that she knew Ze/lda had nothing but genuine intent in her words. Yet, that did not stop the rush of anger Tenka felt upon seeing her sincere grin. "You can do it" meant absolutely nothing if she had already lost on her first try.

She lost. She lost. She lost.

How uncool of you, Tenka.

"… thanks," she settled on that. Thanks. It did little to abate her anger and her dissatisfaction with her failure. Tenka wasn't sure if she was convincing enough either, as Zel/da's bright expression slightly dimmed. And how annoying would it be if she were to continue to try and cheer up Tenka's battered heart and bruised ego? So, with a flick of her hair, Tenka continued. "But I'm satisfied enough with this. I did my best."

Momose Tenka from Girl Crush!

"If you are going to take Harumi's heart, I'll take what you want." oUUUUUUU SHE'S SO COOL when she said that I fell in love with her character right then and there! Girl Crush is an amazing shoujo that has a showbiz storyline. What's interesting is that Tenka is actually the catty rival character you see in shoujos, while Erian is more like a typical shoujo protag. Tenka has so much growth and she's such a good character man, one of my fav shoujo protags hands down. She gives into her ugly jealousy and pettiness but also, she's a total perfectionist and works hard and she's just so cool! I'd love to write for her if I wasn't lazy about two things: making a new blog and icon making.

#ordonianpumpkin #| ask games.#| answered.#(#thank you kels ;v; the prompt was she tried out for some audition and sky over here is trying to cheer her up #but her ball of sunshine reminds momose too much of her rival and she's Annoyed hweoh anyway she's fun to write!#this is good exercise to try and get back to writing thank you again for sending!#)

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phoenix-flamed · 10 months

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The cold, and the snow that it brought with it, was a bitter reminder of everything that he had lost, everything that he had loved. His kingdom. His people. His beloved. It wasn't often that the sullen king ventured out of the throne room, so loathe and heartbroken was he to see the dilapidated state of the once proud Lionheart Castle, or the monsters that had become of his loyal servants, soldiers, and subjects, all by his rage-blinded hand. His heart had blackened and died on that cursed night when the Cygnus Knights had invaded El Nath unprovoked, and yet... the pain did not abate, it did not numb as his body had. King Von Leon could feel the Black Mage's overwhelming power pulsing through his veins, strong as ever, even after all these centuries -- keeping him from dying, yet keeping him from living. He had traded his very soul for the strength to take revenge for what Ereve had taken from him, but there was no joy, no satisfaction brought from having crushed them under heel or killing their beloved Empress. There was nothing but emptiness, a gaping void that only continued to grow and deepen as the years stretched on and bled into one-another. Endlessly, painfully. Dull brown eyes lowered from the gray sky that hung overhead. As he moved away from the castle wall and turned to depart back to his refuge, his gaze caught on one of the castle's old standards -- still clinging to life as the chilling wind held it at its mercy, and in spite of how torn and frayed and worn it had become over time. In a rare display of emotion, the redheaded, grizzled king's lips pulled back to reveal gritted teeth. He snarled, reaching for the standard with one gauntlet-clad hand. In one quick, fluid motion, he tore it down from its perch and shoved it forward, allowing the wind to carry it wherever it so pleased. He didn't care where it ended up.

Von Leon, MapleStory

#Audiences #Memes and Prompts #outlaws-legacy #Thank you for sending this in! oh my gosh it was so much fun writing the depressed furry king again after all these years LOL

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augustinewrites · 1 year

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“attention, freeloaders! daddy has an evening announcement to make.”

“never call yourself that,” megumi deadpans, already highly unamused by this meeting.

“anyway,” gojo begins, clasping his hands as he paces in front of the tv. “tonight is the night. you two know the drill.”

“yeah, we know the rules,” megumi interrupts again, throwing his head back against the couch. “can you move? the documentary is starting soon.”

tsumiki nudges his shoulder. “stop interrupting. it’ll be over faster if we just let him talk.”

“thank you, favourite child!” gojo smiles, stepping forward to press a kiss atop her head as her brother rolls his eyes. “as i was saying, tonight is our anniversary. so you will not call, text, email, fax, or even send nue with a letter. if you’re bleeding, call shoko. if you get arrested, call ijichi.”

“satoru?” you ask, stepping into the room. “are you ready to go? the car’s here.”

he takes a step back to look at you, pressing a hand to his chest as he breathes, “wow.”

“right?” you laugh, quickly glancing down at your dress. “i am gonna rock your world tonight, babe.”

“oh yeah? we should just kick these kids out and head to straight to bed then.” he’s in front of you in an instant, gently cupping the side of your neck to pull you in for a sloppy, heated kiss. one that he’s all too quick to deepen. his other hand drifting down the length of your back to grab your—

“gross,” megumi scoffs, prompting you to pull apart. “can you guys act like parents for once?”

“sorry,” you giggle, turning to face the kids as satoru rests his chin on your shoulder, sticking his tongue out at the teen. “i ordered food for you both already and it should be here in a few minutes, alright? call us if you need anything—”

“uh uh,” gojo cuts in, already pulling you towards the door. “don’t call us.”

“my phone is—”

“not going to be on!” gojo fills in, kneeling down to help you slip on your heels.

“we’ll be fine,” tsumiki assures you both. “go. have fun!”

“thank you, honey,” you smile, pulling her into a hug as gojo grabs your purse. “nanami will be here around 10 to stay the night with you guys. the guest bedroom is all set up.”

“so if you need anything, bug him. because we will be very busy.” gojo quips, lacing his fingers through yours. “c’mon, let’s get out of here. be good, you two!”

“goodnight!” you add, using your free hand to blow them two quick kisses before you’re pulled out the door.

_____

“okay babe, you know the deal,” gojo begins with the utmost seriousness as soon as you step into the hotel room, yanking at the knot of his tie. “first order of business is sex. loud, adult, no kids in the next room sex!”

“you’ve been waiting for this for a while, haven’t you?” you ask, though you’re already undoing the buttons of his shirt.

in exchange, his hands find the zipper of your dress, slowly dragging it down.

“oh, you have no idea,” he groans as you trail gentle kisses up his jaw. “we can’t get away with anything in that house.”

“we should make the most of this then.”

“oh, i intend to.”

_____

the two of you lay sunken into the mess of pillows and blankets on the bed, wholly satiated and tangled up in each other in the afterglow.

gojo’s tracing soft, nonsensical pattern across your back as he whispers to you in the dark. “hey, so i’ve been thinking…”

“uh oh.”

he pinches the tip of your nose. “i have good ideas from time to time.”

“alright,” you acquiesce with a roll of your eyes. “let’s hear it then.”

“remember way back then? when the kids were little and cute and didn’t talk back to us?”

“didn’t talk back to me, you mean?”

“whatever,” he laughs. “but you remember, right?”

“of course i do. god, megumi was so cute. and tsumiki! she always wanted her hair in pigtails. it was adorable.”

“right? wouldn’t it be great to have all that cuteness, but condensed into a tiny little baby?”

“you want to have a baby?” you echo, seeming genuinely surprised as you gaze up at him.

“yeah,” he shrugs, feeling his cheeks warm at the admission. “only if you want to.”

“you know babies are a lot more work than kids who have pretty much been self-sufficient since birth, right? we’d have to take time off work and—”

“i know.”

“we’ll have to go through potty training.”

“and we’ll do a much better job than toji. megumi wet the bed until he was seven.”

you slap his shoulder, reminding him that you both promised you’d never talk about that again.

“look we’ll— we’ll raise our kid right,” he assures you. “we had two free trials, and they turned out pretty great.”

“okay,” you breathe, because it’s true. the two of you raise great kids. “okay. before we do this, you need to promise me something right now.”

“anything,” he swears, pressing his lips to each of your knuckles.

“promise me nothing will happen to you,” you whisper, an edge of desperation behind your words. “because i can’t do any of this without you.”

his kiss is a promise in itself. it’s slow and sweet and you contentedly let yourself melt into it. “you don’t have to worry about any of that. you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #keeping up with the fushigojos

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jazzyoranges · 4 months

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heyy i love how well written your works are, and i was wondering if there could be another tara carpenter x gp reader?? an enemies to lovers kinda thing, smut/fluff but it is totally up to you!! thankss❤️

All Mine

Tara Carpenter x gp!reader

Words: 2.8k

A/n: thank you!! also kind of a combination of this request and a prompt in this request

Warnings: reader has a penis, hate fuck? i think?, bottom!T, top!R, explicit sex, implication of breeding kink, teasing (lots of it), unprotected sex (your pullout game is weak), implication of alcohol consumption, no ghostface au

MINORS DNI!!

Tara hates three things in her life. You, hairless cats, and soggy bread. In that order too

She could handle hating hairless cats and soggy bread, but you? You were in Tara’s friend group. Tara hated you and to make matters worse, she was the only one that did

You were nerdy like Wes and Ethan, quick-witted and funny like Mindy and Amber, athletic like Chad, charismatic like Quinn, protective like Sam, and (allegedly) nice like Anika. You had nearly every one of her friends best traits, but Tara knew why she didn’t like you. You were really fucking annoying

Along with all of your positive traits, you were loud and obnoxiously social. Not that Tara was antisocial or anything, but god you were on a whole other level. It was mildly infuriating how you could go to a party you knew nobody at and somehow come out with more friends than you started with

All those people and you decided Tara was the one you’d annoy. A nudge to her shoulder made Tara look up from where she was putting her head down

“You look like shit” The brunette doesn’t respond and puts her head back down on the table

“Sam tase someone without your permission again?” Tara could practically hear the smirk in your voice

“Please for the love of god shut the fuck up. Your voice is the last thing I need to hear today”

“Woah, someone’s mad” You stick out your tongue in response at the glare Tara sends your way

“Suck my dick, (Y/n).”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Carpenter”

Tara abruptly leaves the lecture room. You think you really fucked up this time, but let out a breath of relief when you see that Tara didn’t grab her things. She was probably going to the bathroom to escape you. Which, who would ever want to escape you?

Apparently not Tara because she’s back in her seat just a few minutes before the lecture starts

“Aspirin?” You grab the bottle from a pocket in your bag, shaking it next to her

“You have Aspirin laying around?”

“Anika told me you were at a party, I figured it’s the least I could do”

“You’re trying to drug me, aren’t you?”

“If I was trying to drug you, I would’ve offered it to you at the end of class”

“Why weren’t you at the party?” Tara asks, taking the bottle from you hands and shaking out two tablets before downing them with some water

“Missed me?”

“Nope, just surprised you weren’t blackout drunk”

“Good to know you think highly of me. I was studying, thank you”

“You? Study?” Tara scoffs

“Don’t act like the idea is so out of this world”

“Right, because last time I remember you passing up a party was because your betta fish died and you forced all of us to have a funeral for him at the park”

“Trout’s death is not one to be made fun of!”

Before Tara can respond, the professor starts talking and the lesson begins. Unfortunately her head is still kind of throbbing with only mildly wanting to throw up. She had to accept she wasn’t going to get anything done until that Aspirin kicked in. Especially when she can feel you staring at her

The class goes as smoothly as it can and you notice Tara hasn’t made an effort to even try to take notes. The lesson eventually ends and when everyone gets up, the brunette begrudgingly does too

You bump your shoulders together and Tara glares at you with enough power you actually manage to feel fear for a split second until you realize it’s Tara. The girl was like two apples tall. Two and a half on a good day

The brunette doesn’t realize you were handing her a paper so you physically have to place it in her hand. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion

“What is this?”

“Notes, you need them”

“I’m not buying you Raising Canes if that’s what you want”

“Since I’m such a good friend, I’ll give it to you free of charge. Just make sure to bring it back with minimal damage”

“You’re not gonna make me Paypal you fifty bucks?” Tara doesn’t have any classes for the next few hours so you two made a point to walk to your next class. She didn’t know how it started, but you were okay to talk to when you weren’t being annoying

“In my defense, Trout recently died”

“We buried him in the fucking park, I don’t think that costs money”

“It was condolence money. I made everyone pay and I think it was pretty genius”

“I really do wonder how you still have friends”

//-//

Someone knocks on the door of you and Anika’s apartment. When you realize your roommate is probably listening to music that was too loud to be healthy, you get up from your very comfortable bed

You don’t remember ordering food and you’re pretty sure Anika didn’t invite Mindy over, so the person behind the door was probably just the nice old lady across the hall that made cookies for everyone

For better or for worse, you’re met with a Tara Carpenter that’s caught off guard when you open the door. Tara usually sees you in well put together outfits so you can only imagine her surprise when she sees you wearing boxers that outlined your cock and a hoodie that barely covered it up

“Eyes are up here- What brings you to the Mojo Dojo Casa House?”

“Can’t you just let me in?” Tara’s cheeks burn in embarrassment. Thank god you just glossed over… it

“It’s protocol you identify yourself and state why you’re here” You lean on the doorframe, actively blocking the entrance to your apartment. Tara knew this was a losing battle and hated how you looked hot while winning

“Anika and I have a project we need to work on”

“You didn’t identify yourself” you’re wearing that same dumbass smirk you have after telling a horrible joke

“Tara. Tara fucking Carpenter.”

“Unfortunately I don’t think we know any Tara Fucking Carpenters. Guess you can’t come in” you shrug

“God give me patience.” Tara rubs at her temples like you’re giving her a headache

“Isn’t it god give me strength?”

“If god gave me strength, you would be dead.”

“Point taken, but you still need a password”

“You didn’t say anything about a password!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re the real Tara or not. Say a fact about me only the real Tara would know”

The brunette pretends to think for a moment, even putting her hand on her chin and looking off into the distance for effect. When she notices you’re starting to get suspicious of her antics Tara pushes you though the door, successfully getting in without a password or confirmation

You stumble back almost like a cartoon character and you can hear Tara let out a small laugh. You can see the dimples on her cheeks whe she tries to cover it up with her hand

“Nika, your friend’s here!” You lead Tara to Anika’s room, making sure to knock loudly while Tara’s busy either checking you out or trying to blow you up with her mind. It’s unclear, but you have to lean towards the latter

“Isn’t Tara your friend too?” Your roommate opens the door, headphones around her neck

“No.”

“Yes.” Both of you say in unison. The look you give each other is almost comical with how Tara’s glaring while you’re smiling. Anika stares blankly between you two and it eventually starts to make more sense

“Stop eye fucking each other, we have work to do” Anika pulls Tara into her room. You shrug, heading off to probably yell at ten year olds on Fortnite or something

“We were not eye fucking” the shorter girl huffs, sitting on Anika’s bed

“I literally opened my door and thought you two were about to make out”

“I didn’t expect to get interrogated when I came here!” Tara flops onto her back, covering her eyes and trying (and failing) to stop the red that dusted her cheeks

“Whatever, I’ll get you to crack later”

“Kill yourself.”

//-//

Tara doesn’t understand what she’s feeling when she sees some random girl grind against you

It’s like that one scene in Euphoria when Maddy and Nate stare each other down at the school dance, except you were looking far more more bored. That is, until you see Tara glaring at both of you

Like a switch turned on, you’re suddenly more interested in the girl. You encourage her grinding with a hand kneading her hip, using your other hand to take a sip of your drink. And just like Maddy, she’s tempted to find Chad to do the same to you. She doesn’t.

Tara fucking hated you. But she also needed you now.

Making you jealous would take too long. In theory she had the time, but her hunger to taste you was making her do things she would’ve never thought of before. One of those things being grabbing your hand and leading you away from any girl that tried to even look at you.

The girl who was grinding on you calls her a bitch among other things, but Tara knows it’s worth it when she sees you smile at her like she’s your entire world. Because she was your entire world

She leads you into an empty guest bedroom of the house, locking the door before getting close enough to you she can smell the alcohol in your breath

“What’s all this about, Tar?” You grin. Tara doesn’t know if she wants to kiss or slap that smirk right off of your annoying face

“You know what this is fucking about.”

“Do I? I think you should spell it out for me.”

“You know, I’ve had it with your attitude.” Tara jabs a finger at your chest, the back of your knees hitting the end of the bed. In one motion you sit down and bring Tara down with you. You make her sit on your cock

“Anyone ever tell you you’re fucking hot when you’re mad?” You smile, finding the blush on Tara’s cheeks absolutely adorable

“Only you.”

“Good. How about we keep it that way, baby?”

“You’re so annoying.” The brunette cups your face with both of her hands, your lips fitting together like they were always meant to

“I know I am” You say in between kisses, your hands finding their way up Tara’s shirt, kneading the spot right under her boob. She forces your hand to stimulate her nipple, eliciting a moan from her mouth

“You’re so pretty, Tar. I can’t believe only I get to see you get all hot and bothered” You smile breathlessly

“Fuck. S-Stop talking like that or you’ll make me like you” Biting a hickey on Tara’s neck, you take of her shirt and her bra in a flurry of heat

“I bet you’ll like me even more when you’re bouncing on my cock” You force Tara to grind on the bulge in your pants, earning you a small whimper that makes you smile

“C’mon, all you have to do is admit you like me and I’ll fuck you better than anyone has” It should be considered torture how much you were teasing Tara. You were biting hickeys on her neck, playing with her nipples, all while a few layers of fabric were the only barriers between your dick and her pussy. Fuck you knew how to overstimulate a girl

Laying Tara on on the bed, you could really tease the brunette better in this position. You can feel the Tara’s wetness through her soaked panties, and you’re sure she can feel the pre-cum leak out of your cock. Your hands are on her hips as if you were thrusting, yet you deny her and your pleasure for the sake of being an ass

“Don’t you want me to ruin you for anyone else? I promise I’ll stretch you out so good no other guys’ cock can fill you up like me.”

“Fuck you. I hate you, you’re s-such a fucking asshole, you know that?” Tara reaches for anything she can hold onto, your arms being the nearest thing

“I can think ways you could ‘hate’ me even more” You smile when Tara reaches to take off her panties but you find her hands first. You intertwine your hands together and the action is so soft Tara almost forgets about the situation she’s in. Almost

“Whenever I masturbate I think of you, did you know that? God, sometimes I have these hookups and all I can think about is you cumming around my cock”

Tara thinks it’s embarrassing how she’s about to cum just by your sickeningly sweet voice and the constant friction between you two. Tara also thinks she’d rather die than miss an opportunity of a lifetime.

Sure you were a cocky pain in the ass, but you were her cocky pain in the ass.

“Fuck- I admit it! I think you’re the hottest fucking person in the world. I like you.” Tara looks straight into your eyes, and the smile reserved only for her makes another appearance

“That wasn’t so hard, was it Tar?”

“I still hate you.” You unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your jeans with watchful eyes. You pull down your boxers just enough so that your cock springs out, making Tara’s mouth water. Fuck you were big

Pulling Tara’s panties to the side, she’s dripping wet when you swipe your finger across her slit

“Fuck- (Y-Y/n)” Tara sings when you lick up her juices with your tongue. She buries her hands in your hair, bringing you closer to her dripping cunt. You moan at her taste and the vibrations are almost enough to get Tara to cum. Almost

You rise to your knees, lining up your dripping cock with the shorter girls dripping pussy. You decide to be evil and rub your dick against her slit before easing your tip into her hole. It was infuriating how slow you were going and Tara remembers why she hated you in the first place

Tara’s whining and whimpering under you and you can’t remember a time where you’ve been happier than in this moment

Tara on the other hand, has never hated you more in her life than in this moment

The younger Carpenter decides to be bold when she grabs your shirt and forces you forward. You’re caught off guard and over half of your cock finds itself nestled tightly in her pussy as you catch yourself with your arms

“Y-You’re sneaky, aren’t ‘cha” With your face so close to hers, Tara realizes you’re as much of a victim to your teasing as she is. She can tell it’s taking everything inside of you not to fuck her raw until your dick is limp and Tara’s legs are sore

“You can go fast. I can handle it, baby” Tara cups your face with her hand, stroking your cheek with such softness like you aren’t literally lodged into her cunt like a dog in heat

With that confirmation, you give Tara a peck on the lips and buck your hips in such a way you hit that spongey spot inside of her

The sound of skin slapping is louder than the blasting music downstairs, but your grunting and Tara’s moaning combined are louder than both. Thank god the owner of the house was your friend because you don’t know if you could come out of that room if this is what Tara sounded like

“Fuck- I’m close” You say a little too breathlessly for your liking

“Don’t p-pull out.” The shorter girl uses your shirt as leverage to keep you inside of her. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion

“T-Too messy, don’t feel like cleaning up.” Tara answers between moans like she can read your mind

The familiar heat you’re so used to finally snaps. Wrapping her legs around yours, you cum with almost a guttural whine. Your orgasm is enough for Tara to have hers and you fuck her through it, making sure none of your cum drips out of her hole

You pull out and a few dribbles of your semen flow out of her cunt. You plug her pussy with your fingers and Tara is far too sensitive to handle it

“D-Don’t tell me you’re tired already?” Tara jokes, but all air in her lungs leave when you let out a laugh of your own

“I’ve got all night, love.”

Tara has to remember to make you buy her a morning after pill.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x reader #scream #tara carpenter #scream 6 #tara carpenter scream #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #anika kayoko #samantha carpenter #quinn bailey #ethan bailey #wes hicks #amber freeman

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ilys00ga · 1 month

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𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 1k

➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.

➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33

➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3

ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !

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It was one warm spring morning.

Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.

One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.

“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”

He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”

Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”

“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”

"You're so annoying."

Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.

"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"

She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.

“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.

“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.

“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.

“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”

“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”

“Right.”

A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”

When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.

It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”

He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”

Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.

Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.

It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.

She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.

Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”

The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.

“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.

“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”

#yoongi #bts #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi drabble #bts yoongi #bts scenarios #yoongi gif #min yoongi #yoongi icons #suga fluff #suga fic #bts suga #suga #bts fic #bts gifs #bts army

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witchywithwhiskey · 4 days

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bucky + “cut it out” - “what do you mean? i’m not doing anything”

getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping/dry sex, fingering (f receiving), consent issues (but not really? idk), dirty talk, light degradation, kissing, teasing, banter, friends to lovers

word count: 2,500ish

a/n: thank you so much for sending in this prompt!! i had far too much fun writing these two, which is why it ended up being so long 😅 (compared to my other springtime fun ficlets anyway)!! hope y'all enjoy!! ♡♡

“Stop it.” The words were barely discernible with the way they were growled, the annoyed rumbling coming from your best friend, Bucky Barnes. Your best friend who had come over on that rainy spring afternoon to hang out and had promptly fallen asleep instead.

Though you would’ve expected yourself to be a little sleepy, given the long week you’d had, you found yourself feeling more restless than anything else. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to settle down and cuddle up against Bucky’s arm like you’d done so many times before.

So you were left to your own devices with your best friend, who’d fallen asleep sitting up, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted back against your couch. He looked completely at ease on your couch while you were bored. You wanted Bucky’s attention and, for some reason you couldn’t fathom, you’d decided the best way to get it was to annoy him until he woke up.

You’d been trailing your fingers over his bare arms and face, tickling him until his expression twisted and he grumbled in his sleep. It was immature, but you were having too much fun to stop, suppressing your giggles every time he made an unhappy sound.

Finally, you got some actual words out of him and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. Bucky sounded so cute when he was tired and grumpy. Maybe it should’ve made you stop, but instead you waited for him to fall back asleep, his soft snores joining the gentle rhythm of the rain and the hum of the movie still playing on your TV.

Reaching up, you trailed your fingertips ever so lightly down the bridge of Bucky’s nose, skipping them off the edge before they fell to his mouth. You were surprised by how soft Bucky’s lips felt beneath your fingers, so different to the scruffy roughness of his cheeks and jaw, which seemed to be permanently covered in stubble.

Bucky’s lips parted as you were tracing them, and you yanked your hand away, turning to face the TV so you could pretend you’d only been watching the movie if he woke up. But you watched Bucky out of the corner of your eye, and he seemed to be sleeping still. Then his tongue darted out to wet his lips and your face heated inexplicably.

Suddenly, your thoughts were filled with ideas about what it would feel like to have Bucky’s mouth pressed to yours, his stubble dragging against your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from picturing your best friend kissing along your jaw and down your neck—his lips exploring even more intimate parts of your body…

Squirming in your seat and trying to ignore the heat curling through your belly, you turned fully to Bucky, watching him closely to make sure he was asleep. When you were certain hew as, you reached out, tracing his lips again with your fingertips, feeling their softness and the dampness left behind by his tongue.

Your body warmed, and you pressed your thighs together against a pulsing ache building in your core. You didn’t want to think about your body’s reaction to touching your best friend, but you also didn’t want to stop or pull your hand away. You wanted to stay in the moment as long as possible.

So enraptured by the sight of Bucky’s mouth, you didn’t notice when his lips parted further, his raspy grumble surprising you so much you had to bite back a gasp.

“Cut it out.”

“What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.” Your reply was quick, as you pulled your hand away and leaned against his side like you were simply cuddling into him. It was normal for you to cuddle with your best friend, though you weren’t normally thinking about kissing him, or about doing other things with him, when you did.

Unfortunately—or fortunately—your new position of leaning against his arm put your face close to Bucky’s. His mouth was right there, looking oh so enticing, and an impulsive thought popped into your mind. What if you just…brushed your lips against his? Not even fully against his mouth, just the edge of it. Could it really count as a kiss if you just brushed your lips to the corner of his mouth?

You decided it didn’t.

Leaning forward, your eyes fluttered closed as your lips ghosted over the stubble next to Bucky’s mouth, then connected with the softness of his lips. Your breath caught in your throat. It felt so good—his warm breath caressing your cheek and his velvety lips against the edge of yours. You could even taste the coffee he had that morning, the flavor rich and mixing with something that was entirely Bucky.

It occurred to you far too late that you were dangerously close to kissing your best friend, and you shouldn’t be doing anything of the sort—especially while he was sleeping on your couch. You knew you should pull away and go back to watching the movie, pretend nothing ever happened. But what you really wanted was to press closer, to sink into Bucky’s chest and slip your tongue past his lips.

Instead, you just hung suspended in the moment, too wrapped up in your thoughts about kissing your best friend to notice the way his breathing shifted, his body tensing like a predator’s would right before it pounced.

Then, all at once, Bucky moved, flipping you down onto your back on the soft couch cushions and covered your body with his own, his narrow waist fitting perfectly between your thighs. His hard bulge pressed to your core, making you gasp as pleasure surged through your body, your legs wrapping around him instinctively to keep him close.

“Not doing anything, huh, doll?” Bucky rasped in a teasing voice, a wide grin on his face. “Certainly not kissing your best friend while he’s asleep, right?” Bucky’s blue eyes sparkled in the dim daylight of your living room. You squirmed guiltily beneath him, but that only succeeded in grinding your heated core against his dick, making it twitch in his sweatpants.

“Bucky,” you whined, gripping his t-shirt in your fists and shaking them, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer. Now that he was awake, you were painfully aware that your friendship was hanging by a precarious thread, but the heat flooding your body urged you to throw all caution to the wind. Still, you knew you needed to apologize for what you’d done, and you whispered, “I’m sorry,” in a small, pitiful voice.

But Bucky only grinned, ducking down and pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek. “Don’t apologize, doll,” he said in a warm, happy tone. “I’ve been awake since you started touching my face,” he pressed a kiss to your other cheek, trailing his lips down and blowing a raspberry against your jaw, which made you shriek with laughter.

You tried to squirm away from his teasing mouth, but Bucky grabbed your hands, pulling them from his shirt and pinning them above your head. His face hovered above yours, his eyes taking you in like he was seeing you for the first time.

“I was wondering how far you’d go,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. Then, a sly smirk curved his lips and his eyes darkened, your body lighting up at the expression. “Didn’t think you’d kiss me though.” His eyes dropped to your mouth and his voice went a little distant as he murmured, “Didn’t think our first kiss would be when you thought I was asleep.”

Your lips parted and it was on the tip of your tongue to apologize when his words sank in. Had Bucky just implied that he’d thought your first kiss together was inevitable? And did his words mean he’d thought about kissing you before? How long had he been thinking about kissing you?

You didn’t have time to fully form a question in response to Bucky’s words because your best friend slanted his lips to yours, capturing them in a kiss. Immediately, the entire world fell away and your mind went blissfully blank—your guilt and trepidation melting into simple pleasure as you reveled in your first proper kiss with Bucky.

Kissing your best friend felt like coming home and sinking into the safety and comfort and bliss of knowing where you belonged. The way your lips slid against Bucky’s, you knew you belonged with him—in his arms—always. It was overwhelming and delicious at the same time, and you never wanted to stop.

“Taste so good, doll,” he rumbled, pulling away for only a second before he was diving back into your mouth, his tongue slipping between your lips and twining with yours.

You moaned into him, your hips working against the bulge in his sweatpants as you writhed beneath him. Bucky groaned, trailing his hands down your arms to your sides, freeing your hands to dive into his soft brown hair. You yanked on it lightly while his hands groped your breasts in your shirt, then smoothed down your waist to grip your hips and grind himself into you.

“Bucky!” you cried, wrenching your lips from his as you clung to your best friend and writhed with him. You could feel his hard cock perfectly through the soft cotton of his sweatpants and the thin fabric of your lounge shorts. He was grinding against your clit, his lips kissing and sucking on your neck and all you felt was bliss. “Don’t stop, Bucky, please don’t stop,” you begged in a breathy voice.

Bucky chuckled into the crook of your neck, suckling on your pulse point and groaning when you humped harder against him. “As if I could ever deprive you, doll,” he murmured, his voice warm and sweet and filling your mind with all the dirty things you could beg Bucky to do to you.

Dragging his face back to yours, you made out with Bucky, your kisses turning messy as you both got closer to the edge of your releases. Your bodies writhed together on your couch, your legs hitching around the backs of Bucky’s thighs to keep your clothed core grinding against his thick bulge.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m gonna—” Your words cut off on a sharp cry as Bucky rolled his hips, fucking you into couch like he was pounding into your cunt. The friction against your needy clit was perfect, and you felt the pleasure in your body surge, coiling tighter and tighter.

“Come on, doll,” Bucky growled, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “Come all over your best friend’s bulge like the needy little thing you are.” He rocked his hips into yours, grinding his cock against your clit through your clothes, hitting the aching nub in just the way you needed.

The pleasure in your core snapped suddenly, and you let out a shrill cry as you came, your body going tight and taut as you clung to your best friend. Your legs held him close, your hands fisted in his hair while you moaned in his ear, your body shuddering beneath his bigger form while you rode out your release by grinding languorously against his bulge.

Then you heard Bucky groan into your neck, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he kept humping against you. You felt a warmth between your thighs and shivered, knowing what it was and it only turning you on more that you’d made Bucky come without either of you taking off your clothes.

A smile curled your mouth as you humped against your best friend’s twitching cock while as he came in his pants. He was groaning into your neck and you were clinging to him, feeling every trembling shudder that wracked his broad body.

“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, riding out his pleasure by rubbing against your soaked core and milking every drop of come from his cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, drawing out the word and finally settling to lay on top of you as he collapsed. You lay entwined together for a long moment, simply enjoying each other.

Then, Bucky pushed up on his hands and glanced down your bodies, where he’d made a mess of both his sweatpants and your shorts.

You couldn’t help but giggle, only laughing harder when Bucky shot you an accusatory look. “This is entirely your fault, y’know?” he grumbled, beginning to move off you carefully so he didn’t make an even bigger mess. “If you hadn’t felt so good coming under me…”

You’d been about to make some flippant comment about how it’d feel much better if was inside you, but then Bucky shoved his sweatpants down and stepped out of them, walking bare-assed over to the laundry in the hallway. He turned to you expectantly, but your eyes were too busy taking in the sight of your best friend’s cock, still half-hard and swinging between his thick thighs.

“Are you going to help me clean up, or are you gonna make me strip you out of those filthy clothes?” Bucky asked gruffly, playfulness in his tone.

That snapped you out of your thoughts and you pushed yourself up off the couch, sauntering over to Bucky, enjoying the way his eyes drifted down to watch the sway of your hips. Once you were standing right in front of him, you tugged your shirt off over your head and pulled your shorts off, leaving you naked in front of your best friend.

Bucky’s jaw went slack, his eyes darkening as they took you in. “Christ, doll,” he muttered distractedly, his gaze taking in every inch of your bare skin with a greedy glint in his eyes. “You’re constantly surprising me.”

“Well someone’s gotta keep you on your toes,” you teased, pushing up onto your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to Bucky’s lips before you darted around him and ran into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and turned on the hot water, intent on taking a shower to clean up.

Before you could step beneath the warming spray, Bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist and he hauled you against his body. His thickening cock wedged between your ass cheeks and his breath ghosting over your cheek as he murmured into your ear.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” Bucky rumbled, his hand slipping between your thighs, two fingers dipping into your soaking wet slit. “You’re mine now—and I’m going to have so much fun making my girlfriend come all over my cock.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, thrusting his fingers into your needy cunt, making your knees shake as you struggled to stay upright.

All you could do was whimper and moan, clinging to Bucky’s arms and melting back against his chest. A smile played on your lips, though, as you realized you’d gotten exactly what you wanted—your best friend’s attention. And you knew you were going to enjoy every minute of that rainy spring afternoon with your boyfriend because Bucky, and his attention, was finally all yours.

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homecoming | jh86

✦ word count - 1,736

✦ summary - jack goes out to celebrate a win with his teammates, and he stumbles home drunk; y/n takes care of his drunk, whiny ass

✦ warnings - a little bit of suggestive content :)

✦ ava’s notes - i used the prompts “Will you play with my hair?” and “Let’s make a deal, one kiss and I’ll do whatever you want.” for this fic <3 (not very edited)

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RAPID KNOCKS ECHOED throughout your apartment, and you groaned. You hear voices from beyond your apartment door, and could distinctly hear Nico and Luke talking to each other, or someone else. After getting up off of the couch and unlocking the door, you were faced with quite a sight.

An arm on each of Nico and Luke’s shoulders, and a very, very drunk Jack in between them.

You sighed a deep breath and pursed your lips, seeing Jack’s face light up at the sight of yours. He leaned forward and before he could faceplant, you placed your hands on his waist to steady him.

“I’m so so sorry Y/N,” Luke rushed out, running a hand through his unruly curls. You felt Jack nuzzle into the crook of your neck and sigh. “I didn’t think he’d get this drunk, I swear. And he was begging to see you…” He trailed off.

“It’s fine, Luke, I swear,” You breathe out, still holding onto a wobbly, and probably dizzy, Jack. “He can stay the night, not a problem. I’ll see you guys later? It was nice to see you, both of you!”

Nico nodded with a slight smile. “We’ll see him at practice tomorrow. Thank you, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver. And, sorry again.”

You wave your hand in a no problem way and send a smile their way. Once Jack is through the threshold of your apartment, the guys wave goodnight and close the door for you.

“Hiiiiii Y/N,” Jack says through a dopey smile. You can’t help but send a grin his way. Yes, he woke you up from almost falling asleep, but it’s worth it.

“Hey, babe,” You smiled, walking backwards to lay him on the couch. “Did you have fun?” You asked, and he nodded sleepily. As he dramatically laid down, you brushed yourself off and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and two ibuprofen.

You place the glass and pills on the coffee table in front of him, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you down to him. His face lit up again at the sight of you and Jack giggled.

You can feel his breath against your cheek and can smell the alcohol radiating from him. He was warm and pliant, and his lips were so, so soft. Jack wrapped his arms around you, and you moved closer to him. Your hand found its way to his jaw, and your thumb was caressing his skin.

Jack broke the kiss and sighed against your lips, and you felt him pull you impossibly closer. Your body was pressed up against his, and you felt him wrap his legs around you.

His eyes were closed, and his nose was touching yours. His lips were still touching yours and you couldn't help but lean forward again, kissing him and smiling against his lips.

You were straddling his lap, and one of your hands was on the arm of the couch, steadying you. The other was resting at the nape of his neck, playing with his hair, and his grip on your waist tightened.

His lips were moving against yours, and his tongue darted out. You smiled, opening your mouth slightly, and let him explore your mouth. You felt his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, and you moved even closer, feeling his hard-on against your thigh.

Jack moved his head away and groaned, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. You smiled, knowing that he was getting too worked up.

"Y/N..." He whined, and you laughed.

"Shhhh, you're okay, Jack. Come on, let's watch some TV, hm?" You asked, and he nodded, a dopey smile taking over his lips.

Jack nestled himself into the corner of the couch, snuggling against you. You smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around him. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as your show came to its end.

As you admired his side profile, he suddenly spoke. “Will you play with my hair?”

You feel your cheeks flush and you immediately comply, running your fingers through his long hair. Jack sighs in contempt. He was likely drunk out of his mind, he was never this openly affectionate with you.

“I love you,” He whispers out, and you look down to make eye contact with him. You feel a slight grin tug at your lips before you return the sentiment.

“You’re so pretty,” Jack said, his speech slurred with alcohol and love.

“I think you had too much to drink tonight, Jack,” You teased. “You’re talking bullshit.”

“Not bullshit,” He affirms. “You’re just so pretty and I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You’re always taking care of me and I just love you.”

Jack looked up at you like you hung the moon and stars, and you felt your eyes sparkle with the utmost of love for him. “Give me a kiss,” You announce, and he happily closes his eyes while you lean down, uncomfortably, and give him several quick pecks on his lips. He hums contently into the kisses.

After a few moments or so, you let him go and he rests his head back on your shoulder. The grip he had on your shirt loosens and he lets his arm fall to wrap cozily across your stomach.

Soon enough, you feel your legs start to go numb from staying in the same position. You pat the side of his face lightly before his eyes snap open, making eye contact with you.

“Can we go to the bedroom? My-“

Before you can finish your sentence, you see a smirk start to form on his face. “Oh, you wanna take me to the bedroom huh? What d’ya wanna do?”

“Shut up, you idiot,” You say fondly. The bed is calling my name, and evidently yours as well.”

Jack sits up rather quickly, and the room is no doubt spinning for him. You can see his eyes trying to adjust to the quick change in position. Jack quickly takes the two pills and gulps down the water as you walk towards the bedroom.

“Let’s make a deal,” He starts off and you turn back around, intrigued. “One kiss and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk back over to him and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“C’mon Jack,” You hold out your hand, and he grabs it to help him stand up, but not before bringing your hand to his lips and sloppily kissing your knuckles. You clasp his hand in yours and haul him up from the couch.

Jack stumbles slightly, but your tight grip on his hand keeps him steady. You walk him to your bedroom and once he’s past the threshold, he immediately flops down onto your bed and starfishes. You giggled at his dramatics.

You quickly take off his shoes, wanting to get into bed and fall asleep. Jack groaned out when he heard you leave the room, flopping around until his head landed on a soft pillow. You took in the sight of him: fully dressed, hair disheveled, and seconds away from falling asleep in your bed.

“Jack,” You whisper, running your hand over his hair. He turned to face you and his blurry eyes locked onto whatever he could, that ‘whatever’ being your face. His eyes scanned your face, from your eyes to your nose, to your gentle smile and flushed cheeks.

“Jack, c’mon, we gotta get you ready for bed,” He grumbles to himself before lifting off of the bed and stomping over to the bathroom.

You walk in and see him sitting on the toilet seat cover. “Brush my teeth f’me please Y/N,” he rushes out, wanting to get into bed as soon as possible.

“Okay, you man-child,” You scold playfully, and you grab his toothbrush, wet it, add some toothpaste, and go through the motions of brushing his teeth. Once finished, you have Jack rinse his mouth out, and before you could say anything, he immediately jumped into bed.

“Too tired,” He whines. “Let me sleep.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” You chuckle, and you quickly change into your pajamas. Once you got him settled in bed, he tugged on your arm, and you complied, climbing into bed and cuddling into his side. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You were lying with your head on his chest, and you could hear his heart beating.

In typical Jack fashion, he slides a hand over your breast, always needing to hold one before nodding off to sleep. You run your hand over his hair again and shortly after, you hear light snores coming from his mouth.

“I love you,” You hear him whisper out into the dark.

The next day, Jack groans loudly. You stir awake, not expecting the loud noise. He was still lying next to you, his head covered by a pillow.

"What the fuck," He groans out, and you turn on your side, facing him. You rest your hand on his hip, and rub a circle on the exposed skin.

"Hi, sunshine," You say softly.

"Why does it feel like I've been hit by a fucking truck," Jack whines, and you laugh at him. "Y/N, it hurts."

"You got yourself into this mess," You remind him, and he sighs.

"Can I have some water?" He asks, his voice hoarse.

"I'll be right back," You whisper, getting out of bed and heading towards the kitchen.

You fill up a glass of water and get a bottle of Tylenol. As you walk back to the room, you hear him talking, presumably on the phone.

“Yeah, Luke, I’m fine. Y/N took care of me.”

Jack stops talking, and you take that as a sign to walk into the room. He smiles when he sees you.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later," Jack says, and he ends the call, dropping his phone onto the bed. "Thank you," He says, and he takes the pills from you.

Before you could sit down next to him, he pushes you down gently and you feel him wrap an arm around your waist, his head resting on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair, and his breathing starts to even out.

"G’night, Y/N," He mumbles.

"Night, Jack," You whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

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